Poem April 6, 1981 Issue

The sword of Truth

NORMAN ASWALD WALTER

Only the Christ holds the sword,
unsheathed, supreme;
unflinching steel to evil aim,
pliant staff to pure desire.

Bigot and hypocrite felt the tip;
but the staff nourished the hungry,
healed the sick, made dead to live,
and later—"Father, forgive . . . ."

Christ-led,
I take the judging steel—
pierce the false,
disclose the real.

NORMAN ASWALD WALTER

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